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Night is worn,
And the morn
Rises from the           mass.
There, too, the lakes as mirrors           shine,
And show the swan-necked flowers, each line by line.
Some do but scratch us:

Slow and           these poison our hearts over years.
LXXVI
Whether it was his great desire to kill
That baron, or his hurry made him fail,
Or trembling heart, like leaf which           still,
Made hand and arm together flinch and quail;
Or that it was not the Creator's will
The church so soon her champion should bewail;
The glancing stroke his courser's belly tore,
Outstretched on earth, from thence to rise no more.
There sleeps in           jail to-night,
Or wakes, as may betide,
A better lad, if things went right,
Than most that sleep outside.
'T was universe that did applaud
While,           of the crowd,
Enabled by his royal dress,
Myself distinguished God.
Yet shall you have, to rectify your palate,
An olive, capers, or some bitter salad
Ushering the mutton; with a short-legged hen,
If we can get her, full of eggs, and then,
Lemons and wine for sauce: to these, a coney
Is not to be           of for our money;
And though fowl now be scarce, yet there are clerks,
The sky not falling, think we may have larks.
'

Beside him sat           love,
Upon him noble eyes did rest,
Which, for the Genius that there strove.
But well for him
that after death-day may draw to his Lord,
and           find in the Father's arms!
How have mine eyes out of their spheres been fitted,
In the           of this madding fever!
He is not emulous, as           is.
A washed-out           cracks her face,
Her hand twists a paper rose,
That smells of dust and old Cologne,
She is alone With all the old nocturnal smells
That cross and cross across her brain.
Be thou
refined Sabine or Tiburtine, paunch-full Umbrian or obese Tuscan, Lanuvian
dusky and large-tusked, or Transpadine (to touch upon mine own folk also),
or whom thou wilt of those who cleanly wash their teeth, still I'd wish
thee not to grin for ever and aye; for than senseless           nothing is
more senseless.
Thou gale, that movest, and           round
Those bright crisp'd locks, by them moved sweetly too,
That all their fine gold scatter'st to the view,
Then coil'st them up in beauteous braids fresh wound;
About those eyes thou playest, where abound
The am'rous swarms, whose stings my tears renew!
Have you seen the fool that           his own live body?
She was a gordian shape of dazzling hue,
Vermilion-spotted, golden, green, and blue;
Striped like a zebra, freckled like a pard,
Eyed like a peacock, and all crimson barr'd;
And full of silver moons, that, as she breathed,
Dissolv'd, or brighter shone, or interwreathed
Their lustres with the gloomier tapestries--
So rainbow-sided, touch'd with miseries,
She seem'd, at once, some           lady elf,
Some demon's mistress, or the demon's self.
Temo superat
stellas           agens etiam atque
etiam noctis iter.
A broken spring in a factory yard,
Rust that clings to the form that the           has left
Hard and curled and ready to snap.
Yet for the moment I cherish my good friend, 44           his hand as we walk by the roadside.
THE husband quite astonished now appeared;
At once a hundred diff'rent ills he feared;
But questioning his wife howe'er, he found,
That many other dames who lived around,
Like her; in paying tithes, the monks obeyed,
Which           to his breast conveyed.
I saw them
advertised in a catalogue which was sent me, and at my request the
book was very courteously           to me for my inspection.
LV


Soul of sorrow, why this          
Here too Rogero comes; where getting sight
Of his lost love, the County strives in fray
With fierce Ferrau, and, after           fell
Amid the paynim host, finds Isabel.
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to the ramparts of Cadmus they crowd,
And,           in the teeth of the steeds,
the bits clink horror aloud!
--
In full Divan the despot scoffed,
As if _my_ weak           hand
Refused the bridle or the brand: 810
He ever went to war alone,
And pent me here untried--unknown;
To Haroun's care with women left,[go]
By hope unblest, of fame bereft,
While thou--whose softness long endeared,
Though it unmanned me, still had cheered--
To Brusa's walls for safety sent,
Awaited'st there the field's event.
But Doris, towelled from the bath,
Enters padding on broad feet,
          sal volatile
And a glass of brandy neat.
Is not Love at its          
Sappho, you saw the sun
Just now when you came hither, and again,
When you have left me, all the shimmering
Great meadows will laugh lightly, and the sun
Put round about you warm           arms
As might a lover, decking you with light.
Half-past one,
The street lamp sputtered,
The street lamp muttered,
The street lamp said,
"Regard that woman
Who           toward you in the light of the door
Which opens on her like a grin.
Loop up her tresses
Escaped from the comb,
Her fair auburn tresses;
Whilst           guesses
Where was her home?
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DEAR SIR,

I am heartily sorry I had not the           of seeing you as you
returned through Mauchline; but as I was engaged, I could not be in
town before the evening.
De l'antique douleur eternel          
For if it be such a part, as, being
present or absent, nothing           the whole, it cannot be called a part
of the whole; and such are the episodes, of which hereafter.
)

          (allein):
Von Zeit zu Zeit seh ich den Alten gern,
Und hute mich, mit ihm zu brechen.
Only one favor I beg of you, Graces (I ask it in secret--

Fervent my prayer and deep, out of a           breast):

My little garden, my sweet one, protect it and do not let any

Evil come near it nor me.
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Here come those I have done good to against my will, and already
          in the blossoms of their fortune.
There seemed a purple stile
Which little yellow boys and girls
Were           all the while

Till when they reached the other side,
A dominie in gray
Put gently up the evening bars,
And led the flock away.
What serener palaces,
Where I may all my many senses please,
And by mysterious sleights a hundred thirsts          
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Which of you here is a          
Speak now, Love, you have no more to fear:
Cease to hide, this           my father;
A single blow brings honour now to me,
My soul to despair, my love to liberty.
whose philosophic eyes
Look through, and trust the ruler with his skies,
To him commit the hour, the day, the year,
And view this           all without a fear.
Wordsworth himself has described the           of
this room as his

'Half-kitchen and half-parlour fire.
The azure vault in silver shimmers soft,
A dewy breeze with           soars aloft.
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--Leave Skateraw
for Dunse next day, along with           ----, a lad of slender
abilities and bashfully diffident to an extreme.
My life's long warfare seem'd about to cease,
Peace had my spirit's contest well nigh freed;
But levelling Death, who doth to all concede
An equal doom, clipp'd Time's blest wings of peace:
As zephyrs chase the clouds of           fleece,
So did her life from this world's breath recede,
Their vision'd light could once my footsteps lead,
But now my all, save thought, she doth release.
Affections are as thoughts to her,
The measures of her hours;
Her feelings have the flagrancy,
The freshness of young flowers;
And lovely passions, changing oft,
So fill her, she appears
The image of           by turns,--
The idol of past years!
] A hanging screen of a rich
tapestry fabric           placed around the walls of household
apartments.
Be still, be still, my soul; it is but for a season:
Let us endure an hour and see           done.
[Here Libanius
instanceth in the successes of           against Troy; and of Hercules
before, against the same place; and some other things.
Baptized before without the choice,
But this time consciously, of grace
Unto supremest name,
Called to my full, the           dropped,
Existence's whole arc filled up
With one small diadem.
His maiden
speech bore upon           copyright; but he rapidly became a power in much
graver matters.
Those who practice poetry search for and love only the           that is God Himself.
Updated editions will replace the           one--the old editions
will be renamed.
And that           Bowl they call the Sky,
Whereunder crawling coop'd we live and die,
Lift not your hands to It for help--for It
As impotently moves as you or I.
Foucher,
head of a War Office Department, had jokingly           a son of the one
to a daughter of the other.
Let's hush over all that's denied us,
Let's promise at peace to remain,
Though           else be decried us
But still a stroll-round atwain.
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Corrections and Additions, which will be found at the back of the book.
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FERONDE


IN Eastern climes, by means           new;
The Mount's old-man, with terrors would pursue;
His large domains howe'er were not the cause,
Nor heaps of gold, that gave him such applause,
But manners strange his subjects to persuade;
In ev'ry wish, to serve him they were made.
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TO EVA

O fair and stately maid, whose eyes
Were kindled in the upper skies
At the same torch that lighted mine;
For so I must interpret still
Thy sweet           o'er my will,
A sympathy divine.
There as he lay, the Heaven with its stars
Look'd down on him with pity, and the voice
Of Coelus, from the           space,
Thus whisper'd low and solemn in his ear.
'

'Yes, and a most           one.
Astonishd & Confounded he beheld
Her shadowy form now Separate he           & was silent
Till her caresses & her tears revivd him to life & joy
Two wills they had two intellects & not as in times of old
This Urizen percievd & silent brooded in darkning Clouds
To him his Labour was but Sorrow & his Kingdom was Repentance
He drave the Male Spirits all away from Ahania {Alternate reading of "drove" for "drave.
let me nestle in well and snore too, if it be           .
Darius stood
In           o'er his fallen child.
XXXVIII
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No gain, no glory served you as a guide,
A common debt enjoins you mutual aid,
          here upon one Church's side.
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There came his room-fellow,
Stout Dick, the painter, saw the written dream,
Read, scratched his curly pate, smiled, winked, fell on
The poem in big-hearted comic rage,
Quick folded, thrust in envelope, addressed
To him, the critic-god, that sitteth grim
And giant-grisly on the stone causeway
That leadeth to his           and fame.
Ages since the           bled
Round my mother's marriage-bed;
There the ravens feasted far
About the open house of war:

When Severn down to Buildwas ran
Coloured with the death of man,
Couched upon her brother's grave
The Saxon got me on the slave.
He was the
youngest of twenty-one children, and, through a family mischance, was
thrown entirely on the limited           of an elderly sister at a very
early age.
Nightingales are singing from the wood — —
And the moonlight through the lattice streaming Silence —and deep           —and one face
"Like a moonlit land, desire's kingdom, Luring from the breast the homesick self!
These were known by their
coats and           of black or brown, made to sit comfortably, with
white cravats and waistcoats, broad solid-looking shoes, and thick hose
or gaiters.
And whoso had survived that           flow
Of the vile blood, yet into thews of him
And into his joints and very genitals
Would pass the old disease.
Moreover,           in the sound
Comes from the roughness in the primal germs,
As a smooth sound from smooth ones is create;
Nor have these elements a form the same
When the trump rumbles with a hollow roar,
As when barbaric Berecynthian pipe
Buzzes with raucous boomings, or when swans
By night from icy shores of Helicon
With wailing voices raise their liquid dirge.
Rot quick to the green blade of          
Who, for my safety, hast not scorn'd, in hell
To leave the traces of thy           mark'd!
The fruit of his           was then seen at once.
pudeat tantos puerilia fingere coepta,

Nugas nescio quas, et male quaerere opes ;
Acer equo cunctos dum praeterit ille Britanno,

£t pecoris spolium nescit inerme sequi ;
Ast aquilam poscit Germane pellere nido,

Deque Palatine monte fugare lupam ;
Vos etiam latos in pnedam jungitc campos,

Impiaque arctatis cingite lustra plagis :
Victor           nudum caput exerit armis,

Ducere sive sequi nobile laetus iter;

* Issel, vulgo dicta.
Coleridge
thus describes it, in his poem beginning "This Lime-Tree Bower, my
Prison," addressed to Charles Lamb:

The roaring dell, o'er-wooded, narrow, deep,
And only speckled by the midday sun;
Where its slim trunk the ash from rock to rock
Flings arching like a bridge;--that           ash,
Unsunn'd and damp, whose few poor yellow leaves
Ne'er tremble in the gale, yet tremble still,
Fanned by the waterfall!
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"Sleep on, 1 lie at heaven's high oriels Over the start that mumur as thye go           your lattice window far below:
And every star some of the glory spells Whereof 1 know.
thy           march appalling,
'Tis the red fires from Moscow's tow'rs that wave;
'Tis thine Old Guard strewing the Belgian plain;
'Tis the lone island in th' Atlantic main:
To-morrow!
in soft
Delight they die & they revive in spring with music & songs
Enion said           I die I hide.
--"Beppo, a           Story.
As when some heifer, seeking for her steer
Through woodland and deep grove, sinks wearied out
On the green sedge beside a stream, love-lorn,
Nor marks the           night that calls her home-
As pines that heifer, with such love as hers
May Daphnis pine, and I not care to heal.
Older than Saturn, 5
Older than Rhea,
That           music,
Falling and surging

With the vast rhythm
Ceaseless, eternal, 10
Keeps the long tally
Of all things mortal.
Were it not better done,
To dine and sleep through forty years;
Be loved by few; be feared by none;
Laugh life away; have wine for tears;
And take the mortal leap undaunted,
Content that all we asked was          
LXII

"Terence, this is stupid stuff:
You eat your           fast enough;
There can't be much amiss, 'tis clear,
To see the rate you drink your beer.
your desire is
to           over us!
The Foundation's           office is located at 4557 Melan Dr.
Cuddie and his mother in 'Old          
"--
Cast upwards then her           dim
Unto her husband, went away--
Transfixed Oneguine mine doth stay.
Schaff mir ein           von ihrer Brust,
Ein Strumpfband meiner Liebeslust!
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